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They said .nothing for a time. Then Doctor MacDonald
swung his legs off the bed and rose. He said that he had to
go out and see one of his patients, and that he'd be back
some before day. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled
on his boots. Then he went across to the dresser and peered
at himself in the mirror. He ran a comb through his bushy
hair, yawned once, and stretched his arms above his head,
almost touching the low ceiling, filling the rooni, making his
shadow on the wall behind him look like a big, awkward bird.
Then he said, " So long," and went out the door.

Mr. Munn slept there at the Campbells'. He scarcely woke
up when Doctor MacDonald came in. In the morning Mr.
Munn dressed as quietly as possible in order not to wake him.
He was sprawled out on his side of the bed, snoring gently,
with his long, bony head thrust into the pillow and one big
hand grasping the bedpost, as though sleep itself were not a
passivity, but was at its secret core, when all the accidents of
softness and ease had been stripped away, an act of will and

Mr. Munn managed to get out without waking him. He
did not see him again until the night the troops came again
to the Ball place for him.

They tried to circle the house and to close in, slowly, on
foot; but the dogs scented them. The dogs barked wildly and
throatily, rushing away from the house, filling the woods to
the west of the house with a distant, hollow clamour, vibrant
as in a cave.

"It don't sound very encouraging/' Doctor MacDonald re-
marked. He leaned forward in his chair, drawing his legs
under him, easily but as though in readiness to rise.

Mr. Munn said nothing. He was listening to the dogs.
One of them was circling, swinging back.

" Durn it," Doctor MacDonald exclaimed, almost peevishly,
"can't they leave a man alone? And this the second night I
been home in three weeks.'*

The door to the next room swung softly open. Cordelia
stood there. Her hand was on the knob, and she did not